Gillian rubbed across herself, at first, then up and down until she placed her fingers between her legs. She felt the wetness of herself on her pantie..., her vagina wetness, not sweat. Her body began to move in harmony with her fingers rubbing in front of her vagina. She held the top inside of her legs again with both hands, and using the fingers on her left hand to hold out her panties, she slipped the fingers of her right hand onto the lips of her wet and wanting vagina.Gillian momentarily. .?The moaning has changed into grunts and the last sentences came out with a low, throaty voice:? In fact... urrrmmm... riiiigght nowww... a brown... aaaccchhh... mastiff... is pouuuuunnnnnding... away... in my c???????nt!!!!? Her last word was screamed into your room and you see a picture of an enormous stretched pussy. It’s not clear what is inside, but you can draw your own conclusions...The picture distorts and some kind of flash animation morphs it into the leather-clad mistress. She tells. " I pat her thigh.She rolls to her feet, twisting to face me, her eyes shining out her eagerness. Her eyes drop to my erection. I stand, pointing it at her belly."Sheesh," she breathes. "I didn't think it would get that big." She lifts rounded eyes to mine."Sit," I tell her, dragging her pillow to the edge of her mattress. "Sit on your pillow."She sits. I kneel between her knees."Lay back, raise your legs up, Sweety." I stare at her pink, shiny crease, flashing back to baby powder and. I was able to catch almost all of it, except for the last bit that ran from the side of my mouth. Milo wiped it off with his finger, and held it out for me to lick off. I swallowed what I had, and licked the smear of cum off his index finger. Fuck, that was hot. Milo tucked himself back in his pants, and I fixed my bra. Have Lois give me a ring when she has time, he said, breezing out of the kitchen. I stared at the dirty dishes, and savored the taste of him that lingered in my mouth. How.